JWH ZERO EIGHTEEN (CANNABINOID DRUG)     
 THIRD REPORT                             
  
                                          
                                          
                                          
 I    FELT    THE   ALL   TOO    FAMILIAR 
     CONSTRICTION OF EVERYTHING, THE      
 VIVIDNESS  OF SOUND AND COLORS, AND  THE 
         NARROWED ATTENTION SPAN.         
                                          
 HERE     IT    COMES,     I     THOUGHT. 
                                          
 SOME   BIRDS   TWEETED  AND   THE  SOUND 
    REVERBERATED IN MY HEAD, SEEMINGLY    
 "BEHIND" ALL OTHER SOUND,  LIKE WHEN YOU 
 DAYDREAM  AND   SEE  WHAT   YOU  IMAGINE 
 CLEARER   THAN   WHAT   YOU   LOOK   AT. 
                                          
 AS  I  WALKED TOWARD  MY BIKE  I NOTICED 
 THAT THERE  WAS A STRANGE HUMMING  SOUND 
 GOING ON, A  DARK, METALLIC,  DRONE-LIKE 
   MONOTONE THING COMING FROM SEEMINGLY   
 ALL  DIRECTIONS,  ACTING AS  A  BACKDROP 
           FOR ALL OTHER SOUND.           
                                          
 AS I  RODE TOWARD MY HOUSE  I UNDERSTOOD 
 THAT THIS  HUM WAS IN  THE OTHER  "SOUND 
             SPACE" AS WELL.              
                                          
 (I RECORDED MYSELF SINGING IN  TUNE WITH 
 THE SOUND, SO  I  COULD  FIND IT ON  THE 
 PIANO   LATER.   IT   WAS  A  G  SHARP). 
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
 THINGS  LOST  ALL  SENSE OF  PROPORTION; 
 WHEN  I LOOKED  AT THEM  THEY WOULD FILL 
 MY  ENTIRE VISION, AND  WITHOUT ANYTHING 
  CHANGING VISUALLY THEY WOULD OSCILLATE  
 BETWEEN  BEING  PERCIEVED AS  VERY SMALL 
            OR ENOURMOUSLY BIG.           
                                          
 IN THE  MIDDLE OF THE  DAY  IN A  FOREST 
 WITH NOBODY  AROUND,  I  GOT  STRUCK  BY 
 FEAR  AND  CLIMBED  A GREAT  HEIGHT.  MY 
 INNER  ORGANS  WERE TUGGED  BY  A SECOND 
 GRAVITY.  THIS  MADE ME  FEEL VERY  ILL, 
 BUT   IT  LESSENED  IF  I  COMPLIED  AND 
 LUNGED  MY BODY  IN THE FELT  DIRECTION. 
                                          
 THIS  IS  WHEN   I   FOUND   A  DARK ORB